She Left a Note
Beneath the shattered window lay a maiden's broken body. Colorful shards gleamed, bright in the pooled blood.
Days passed: A wake, then a funeral. Burial on unconsecrated ground.
Her maidservant soon lay in her grieving fiancée's arms, whispering cunning lies about her lady... About her victim.
No one knew her servant's fair hand rewrote her letters for her: No one questioned the despairing note's authenticity.
The jealous servant whispers lies.
A vengeful spirit rises.